Chapter 147: R and R, Part 1

"I really need a shower." I sat up. "And food." My stomach grumbled, reminding me I hadn't eaten anything on my own in almost a week.

"Do you need help getting in the shower?" Trent asked.

I grinned seductively. "Maybe."

He barely cracked a smile.

I frowned. What was up with him? I gently eased out of bed and stood. My knees shook slightly, probably because I'd been bedridden for so long, but I took a tentative step. Then another. My legs didn't give out, so that was a good sign. And my ankle no longer hurt, either. That was a bonus.

Trent was next to me in a flash, his hands poised to catch me should I fall. "You good?"

"Yes." I laughed.

His concern was endearing, but if he kept up like this, it was going to quickly become too much.

"What would you like to eat?" he asked.

I shrugged. "Maybe some French toast?" My mouth watered just thinking about it.